So here it is! The first chapter of my OC story. Sorry it took forever to write... There was a lot to get down. This is more of an official introduction, so you get introduced to a lot of the characters and what's going on in the story. I tried to add as many OC's as I could while still keeping it natural. Now how this story is going to work is that for the most part it's going to be narrated from Reese's POV, but I might plan on maybe doing some parts in other POV's. I don't know for now. Also, by submitting your OC to this you are agreeing that I can use them in any way I need them for the story. So, some of them will be enemies, some will be main characters, and others will just be supporting characters. I can tell you now that this chapter doesn't necessarily show exactly how your OC is going to act for the whole story. I do plan on changing it around depending on the plot. Last, I love suggestions! So if you have any suggestions or ideas on what events you want to happen or how you want your OC to react, I'd love to hear! I wanna make sure you all enjoy reading this. Next chapter (after I write it lololol) coming soon!
Whoever said it takes more face muscles to frown then it does to smile is a retard. No. Seriously. A complete fucking retard. Cuz lemme tell ya… I smile all the time, at home of course because hello who really smiles purposely at school, and by the time I'm crawling into bed at night my cheek muscles are sore. Freaking sore. And also…. Who in the hell said smiling every day makes you happier? Happier my ass… It'll take a lot more then smiles to cheer me up….
Now I know what your thinking. "Sooooomebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed…" All I have to say is… Shut the fuck up. You don't know me. Anyway… I mean I'm not saying its necessarily hard being me of course…. But it sure ain't easy. But I do have a family, if you can call it that, just enough friends I can handle, and a lovely little pet. He's a snake named Jacob if you must know… I caught him in our background last year.
But anyway. My dad bought me this stupid… whatever. I'm refusing to call it a diary, even though that's what most girls my age would call it… Shit. Ok yeah so my dad bought me this Diary to write in to… Sort my feelings. Whatever the hell that means… But yeah… I mean I don't have to write in this thing. It's not like he's gonna check it or anything… But I'll give it a try. Might do me some good… I guess. So here it goes! Wish me luck!
Dear Diary,
Today's the first day of High School.
I think I might just kinda almost probably am going to die.
Love, Reese.
I closed the cover of the small diary slowly, a frown tugging on the corners of my lips. Was this how normal girls wrote diary entries? I doubt it… Ugh. Today was it. The first day of High School, and the moment everybody was waiting for. Everybody except for me of course… As much as I wished I could be as happy as somebody, well, normal… I just had to face facts. I was absolutely terrified of High School. It was the year everything changed! Girl's got prettier and the grades got harder to get and the teachers became, well… they were always assholes even then so never mind that. And people got together. In couples...
With a loud grown, I took a moment to crawl under the messy purple sheets, forgetting I was already in my outfit for the day. The dark blue shoes on my feet flaked crusted mud on the already dirty bedspread, but I didn't care. I needed to relish my last few moments of freedom before…
"Heeeeeey Reeses Pieces!" a big, bellowing voice call out, and my shoulders tensed up. So much for relaxing… "Get down here! I made you pancakes!" Mmmm at least that was something good to look forward to.
Grumbling, I pulled myself lazily out of the bed, being careful not to step all over the assortment of CDs and Barbie dolls littering the black carpet. Yeah you heard me. Barbie dolls. Don't laugh… I like how perfect their little bodies and faces and stuff are… "Coming, dad!" I yelled back down and flung the door open.
I trudged into the kitchen, taking notice of the huge boxed package crudely shoved in the corner. My dad was positioned in front of the stove, spatula in one hand and smoking griddle in the other. I wrinkled my noise at the greasy smoke smell. "Umm…" I said, taking a seat at the table, "what's in the box?" I held back a gag, and prayed to whatever God was up there that maybe he'd get distracted enough not to serve one of those blackened… things.
"That, m'dear," he said, his chocolate brown eyes glinting in the dim lighting, "is a brand new… TV!" he finished dramatically flailing one arm. The charred pancake went flying through the kitchen and landed somewhere off to the side with a loud splat.
I raised an eyebrow. "A TV?" Oh great he's really done it now… "And um… please explain to me how we can afford that?"
"The fuck is this!" a voice shouted from the doorway, and I glanced up to see my brother clutching his eye, and a pancake grasped in the other hand.
My dad looked from me to my brother, a look a panic of his usually goofy expression as if decided which problem to tackle first. "Well Roger…" I see he chose the easy way out. "That, my son, is a pancake?" his voiced trailed off questioningly.
"Dad. I'm still here. Don't ignore me," I said with a frown, tracing small circles with my finger on the worn out kitchen table.
He glanced at me and bit his lip. "Afford it you said? Well um… Oh hey! Shouldn't you be off to school now, huh? It is the first day of High School for you, Reeses Pieces!"
I rolled my eyes at the silly nickname, but tried to smile none the less. Ugh. Way to remind me dad… "Yeah it is…unfortunately…" I ended the sentence in a whisper.
Roger had left the blackened mess in the sink, and leaned down on his elbows to stare me in the face. His own brown eyes twinkled. "What's wrong sis? Not looking forward to the big bad High School?"
I shoved him away with an open palm and scowled. "Shut up dickwad. Nobody asked you."
"Reese Clarice Davenport watch your language."
"Whatever, dad."
At this, his eyes turned dark and his hand gripped the skittle with a deadly force. With a snarling frown, he turned on me and said with a cold tone, "I said… watch your language, Reese."
I froze. God damn it… I don't think he took his medicine today… see well my dad is… well see he's bipolar. It's a condition where your emotions can be a little bit… unstable. I think it's probably why my bum of a mom left us in the first place, but hey you didn't hear it from me. Anyway… He's gotta take these pills to like balance out the chemicals in his brain… or something. Shoulda paid more attention in Chemistry… The effects can still get through sometimes though, and he can go from happy cheery making pancakes dad to that… angry cold guy in a matter of seconds. He's just unpredictable. But hey we learn to live with it, cuz all around he's a pretty great guy. Usually.
The awkward silence that ran thick through the kitchen air was broken by the loud chirping of the house phone. Ring ring ring. Ring ring ring. I hopped up from my spot at the table and dove towards the phone. "I got it!" I shouted, but was intercepted by Roger who snatched it from the wall.
"Heeeeeello?" he said into the receiver and waggled his eyebrows at me. Asshole. There was a paused as I heard the muffled voice of the other person, followed by a smirk from Roger. He waited a few moments then said, while curling the phone cord with one finger, "Yes this is her brother." Another pause. "Yeah no shit you wanna talk to her. Who is this?" He paused again, and then laughed. The muffled voice shouted something profane and Roger's expression turned dark. "Shut the fuck up, fatty!"
I relaxed a little, and smiled.
"Yeah yeah yeah I know! Jesus Christ…" Roger covered the receiver with one hand and glared down at me. "It's that fat kid down the street. He wants to talk to you."
"You've known him since we moved here… and you still don't know his name?"
"Shut up."
I ignored him, instead holding one arm out and gesturing for the phone. He rolled his eyes and shoved the thing into my outstretched hand, and turning around to go grab some Rice Krispies from the pantry. My dad had abandoned the failed attempt at pancakes and had switched to a soggy bowel of oatmeal, which he was currently shoveling down his throat.
I pulled it up to me ear and said, "Hey, what's up?"
"Holy fuck your brother is an asshole!" the nasally voice shouted form the other end, followed by a stream of incoherent curses.
"Calm down, dude, you're going to blow a fuse," I said with a laugh, and then "but yes. I agree. He is quite the asshole."
"Yeah yeah Whuteva. So… You reeeeady?" he drawled out sounding… excited?
"Um yeah I guess… But what? Your actually excited for school? Who are you and whatcha do with Cartman," I said playfully, and turned the corner of the kitchen into the dining room, stretching the phone cord as far as it could.
"Oh ha ha ha. Veeeeeery funny, Ree," he said sarcastically and I could almost imagine his brown eyes rolling back into his pudgy little head. "Of course I'm not excited about school! It's called sarcasm, duh."
I stuck my tongue out, even though I knew he couldn't see. "Whatever, tubby."
"I'm not fat!" he cried out, and before I could say anything back, he continued. "Anyway, no. I'm not excited. It's just I have a little… surprise in store for a certain someone… And it's gonna be hilarious! Oh my God, Ree. You're gonna have to be there for it! You have Mrs. Korpitz room for homeroom right…? Room 126B right?" What had started as a rush of excited words ended in an almost soft nervous sounding voice.
I let out a bubble of laughter and said, "Yeah, Cartman. I have 126B. Don't get your panties in a knot."
He ignored the playful insult and went on, "Ok good! Before we go… make sure you wait to meet up in the lobby ok? Oh my God… this is gonna be awesome…" He sounded giddy.
"Pleeeeease don't tell me this has something to do with Ky-"
"-le? Yes! Of course! That little Jew rat won't know what hit him heh heh… Just you wait… You know that assignment we were given at the end of last year and is like, due today? The one Kahl was oh so excited about? Well you see…"
He was cut off by Roger, who had snatched the phone out of my hand. "I need this," was all he said as he raced away with the thing.
"Come back, asshole!" I shouted at him, but he had already ran clear out of the hall. I sighed and felt a buzzing in my pocket. Whipping out my dated chipped up flip phone, I read a text from Cartman.
we will tlk more l8r! O my god its gonna be great… meet u outside my house
Closing the phone with a small click, I tucked it away and trudged back into the kitchen to grab my backpack. Ugh. You'd think after how many years it's been he would've quit with the whole bothering Kyle charade, but noooo it was going on just as smoothly as it had been five years ago when we first moved here. As long as I could remember my best friend, he had been obsessed with that fiery haired smart-ass red head. Not that I objected of course… He annoyed me almost as much as he annoyed Cartman. I could seriously actually remember the day I moved here, how we met, and of course, where the friendship started. I guess I could thank Kyle for it… But whatever. He's still a smart-ass. And friends with Stan… ugh.
"Now listen here ok? Cuz I ain't gonna repeat mah self twice!" the younger Cartman had barked at her that day. "Just cuz mah mom is making me have you over cuz you're a freaky new kid does not, under any circumstance, mean we are friends. You got dat, bitch?" He had said it so seriously, with his chubby cheeks flared out and his equally fat chest puffed, and ten year old Reese couldn't hold back her laughter.
"Hahahaha!" she had shouted, her head thrown back in loud snorts and giggles as she pointed at Cartman.
He had growled at her and shook a fat finger in her direction. "Aye! Stop that! Stop laughing at me! I'm seriously! Stop it…"
But she had just laughed and laughed and laughed until all the laughter was gone, then turning her big hazel eyes up to him, she had said that day, "Ahhh sorry dude… it's just so funny how you're trying to be like… intense. It's even funnier… cuz your fat!" And as his mouth dropped, she had laughed even harder.
"Shut up, dumb bitch! I'm big boned!" And when Reese had just continued laughing, he had held one chubby arm up and slapped her in the face.
That had stopped it. Reese had glared up at him, eyes burning, and launched at him in a blur of dark brown hair. They had wrestled and screamed, pulling hair and clothes, biting and yelling in a fit of anger.
"Fat!"
"Ugly!"
"Fag!"
"Freak!"
It wasn't until Liane Cartman, holding a pan of steaming cookies, had opened the door with a small gasp, and a "Oh dear! Poopsikins play nice with the neighbor girl!" did the two kids finally break apart, chests heaving and fists clenched.
It wasn't until they had relaxed a bit and were facing each other on the floor eating the freshly backed cookies did they finally speak to each other.
"Ya know… You fight pretty good… For a girl that is!" Cartman had said bluntly, dipping three cookies at once into his glass of milk.
Reese had shrugged, nibbling on another cookie, and had said, "Thanks… And I'm sorry for calling you fat… I'm just um," she whispered, "Insecure…"
"Why?"
"Cuz I'm fat for my age… I can't help it!" she had wailed. "I eat when I'm upset!"
"Hey, new kid. Not that I don't care, but um yeah. I don't care." Another cookie.
But Reeses hadn't cared if she was annoying him and possibly loosing another chance at friendship. She was on a roll. "And my stupid brother teases me all the time… And my mom's not even home and I've only been here for a week and I can oooobviously see nobody here likes me…"
"Who cares. Everybody else is a bunch of dickwads anyway. I'm the best person in all of South Park!" the boy had said proudly, shoving yet another cookie in his mouth.
She cocked her head to the side, forgetting about her own cookie in hand. "Really? Cuz like… I really want friends ya know…" she had said looking down at the ground with innocent eyes. Inside, she was wondering how this pudgy kid could help her gain more friends in the new town. While she thought of various ways of getting him to help her, she was drawn out of her daydreams by a loud sigh.
Cartman rubbed his chin thoughtfully, then said, "Weeeeell I guess I could help you… Cuz I'm so awesome like that…"
"Yes yes! You're very awesome!" Reese had cried out, hoping to win his loyalty.
He had smiled, big dimples showing in his cheeks as he dropped his hand. "Really? You really think so?" After a nod from the girl, he had continued on. At that point they had abandoned the cookies and moved closer facing each other on their knees as Cartman lectured the new kid all about South Park and it's inhabitants.
"Well, first rule is I'm the greatest, of course. People just uh… Well I'm a natural born leadah my mom says! And then there's Stan… He's sort of a wuss. He likes whales and stuff. And um… Kinneh is my best friend forever, but poor as shit. And that fucking Jew rat Kahl is a sneaky dirty Jew… But really funny to piss off!"
She had just nodded along with everything he said, and laughed at his jokes until after a while, it started getting more and more natural. It was hard at first for Reese to except that making offensive jokes was actually… ok when it was around this pudgy boy, but after she had clarified it, they had laughed for hours. It was one lesson after another ("Nevah hang with Craig and Those Guys. They're assholes!"), followed by cookies and poptarts, then more lessons ("Stan's dating that dumb bitch Wendy… She was mah first kiss yah know! It's cuz I'm awesome like that."). They had even settled down and played dolls, after Reese had assured him she would break the stuffed frog or prissy looking doll.
"Reese! Your father called. I think it's time for your dinner, poopsy," his mom, with her neat brown bun, had said in her honey voice, and Reese had gone home, ate dinner, went to bed, and slept. And even though she had assured herself the kid, who hadn't seem so fat then, wouldn't wanna hang out with a boyish freaky girl like her, she was wrong. In time, they would become a duo of dysfunctional best friends.
Humming the melody to a song I didn't know the name of, and didn't really care enough about to find out, I walked down the sidewalk. The summer always ended quickly in mountainous town, and already the leaves were started to break off and flow away with the wind. Which was fucking freezing by the way. I hugged my arms closer to my chest and quickened my pace a bit more.
Stumbling over a gap in the sidewalk, I saw out of the corner of my eye something toddling forward. It looked almost like… a small person. The fuck? I quickly pulled up and steadied myself just in time to see a small boy wondering in the middle of the dark asphalt, a toy train clutched in his little fingers as he giggled.
"Chu chu chuuuu goes tah train!" he drawled in a little voice and made the toy plunge towards the ground then swerve up in one quick motion.
"Oh Jesus…" I muttered, and started towards the kid. "Um kid… I don't think you should um... be in the street like that," I finished lamely, one hand stretched towards him.
He dropped his hand at once, the train falling to the ground with a loud crack, and stared up at me with huge eyes. "Wah… Huh?" he said quiet with his bottom lip hanging out.
"Ahhh…" I groaned, not quite knowing what to do around kids, but settled with just making a shooing gesture with my mittened hands. "Shoo! Go home! Go home little boy!" I waved my neon red hands at him, but his little eyebrows just furrowed.
"Wah… Don't you tell me ta to do! I'm… " he paused, his little face scrunched up in concentration. "I'm… Three!" He held up four thin little fingers in front of my face, and I bristled.
"Um ok then uh… Damn it…" I mumbled. Needed to get to school…! Might as well just leave him, but a sudden imagine of a car barrel over and cracking his little baby head like a watermelon jammed its way in my head and I winced. Um that would be a no. Fuck. "Do you know where you house is…?" I started, but trailed off as a loud shout rang through the crisp air.
"Nico! Nico! The hell are you doing out there!"
I jerked my head up, and gritted my teeth as my neck cracked sharply. "Damn…" I rubbed the sore spot and wildly looked around. Pushing the long strands of brown from my face, my gaze landed on the blurred figure rushing out of the house across the street. As they approached, I could tell clearly from the long dark hair whipping out behind her and her um… large looking uh… chest, that she was totally obvious a girl. I glanced down at the boy and said to his wide eyed expression, "That your sister kid…?" He just gawked at me.
The girl sprint across the street, tripped over a crack in the asphalt and narrowly avoided being hit by a speeding car. She shouted a stream of profanities at the drive, and walked the rest of the way over, her chest heaving underneath a checked hoodie.
I froze and automatically backed a little bit away from the boy, making sure not to look like some kinda… pedo or something. I coughed lightly as she reached down to scoop up the small boy, Nico. "Um…. Hi. I'm Reese," I offered, trying to awkwardly avoid having to look at her.
She ignored me, and began scolding the boy. I stood by as she shook him a bit, then held him close muttering to herself, eyes shut tightly.
"Huh?" I said stupidly, thinking her murmurs were directed at me. Gah who was this girl… I felt like I should've known her… Damn it, why hadn't I spent more time paying attention to peoples names…
She peeled her eyes open and the black pupils constructed as she narrowed them at me. "What? Oh… Um wasn't talking to you… Just righting myself."
"Oh." Gahhhh. Awkward… Awkward… Awkward…
"So um… You're that girl that always hangs around Cartman and McKenzie and Craig and stuff," she said tilting her head a bit, and a glint of crimson glinted from a stud in her nose. "I've seen you around. What's your name?"
"Reese," I said curtly, and tugged at a tuft of pink fur hanging from jacket. She just nodded, hoisting up Nico a bit more. "And you are…?" I ventured a little more, hoping she wouldn't mind offering up a name.
She smirked, revealing a glimpse of white teeth, and said, "Um, I'm Naomi," and in one swift movement, she jerked her head back at the house behind her and continued with, "and I live in the house over there. The grey one."
I nodded and tried to say something back, but it kinda just came out in a sorta… have mutter cough that trailed off into a whisper. Nice one, Reese. She gave me a funny look, but before Naomi could reply, a loud buzzing came from her jeans pocket. "Oh sorry hold on one sec…" she said flicking her index finger up at me, before diving down to retrieve the buzzing cellphone. She pulled it out, and I saw a glimpse of a blue screen with little black pixeled letters.
"Ello' there," she said into the receiver with a wider grin. Nico tugged on her hair looking impatient. She shooed his hand away, and looked at me. "Gotta go! Nice meeting you, Reese," she mouthed and quickly turned heel to trot back towards the grey house. "Yeah yeah yeah Dames! I know what day it is! Are you coming up for…. What? Tell you dad to fuck off!" I watched from my little spot on the sidewalk as she slammed the door shut with a loud bang.
I let out a loud sigh, releasing the pent up breath of air I hadn't known I'd been holding. Ahhhh that went well… Well I had started the day not looking forward to the first day of High School, learned it might not be so bad, but no… God I didn't even know. Socializing… just wasn't my thing. Maybe it'd be better once I find Cartman… I jammed my hands deep into the pockets of my hoodie and started my trudging journey back down the street. I felt my phone buzz from my jeans pocket, but ignored it. Probably him calling… Wondering where the fuck I was. Ahhh…
It kept on buzzing nonstop until I reached his house, the sun glittering off the shingles and an angry looking Cartman holding a phone up to his considerably less pudgy looking face. "Where is that bitch! Pick up…pick uuuuup… Jesus Ree!" he shouted as he lifted up to look at me with squinting brown eyes. "Cutting it a little close huh? You know I really really hate waiting!" He pouted and jammed the phone back in the pocket of his too tight brown pants.
I shrugged. "I stopped by to talk to some girl named Naomi. You know her?" I gave him a light push out of his driveway signaling it was time to go.
He allowed himself to be pushed towards the street as he pondering in fake thought. "Hmmm… Hmmm… Naomi…. Nah I don't think I'm quite familiar with a Naomi… wait!" he shouted and stopped suddenly. "Oh yeah! She's from that family of…" he paused and looked around suspiciously. "Asians…"
I rolled my eyes. "Oh no what a tragedy." Another push. "Now come on fatass. We're gonna be late to school."
"But the Asians, Reese! With the squinty eyes and the big ass drums! They're gonna rule the world!" he shouted, and I couldn't tell if he was being playful or actually legit serious. After a moment, I decided it didn't really matter either way.
Laughing a little at what I expected was an attempt at a racist joke, I stopped pushing to join him in walking down the stained and cracked sidewalk, various weeds poking out from the cracks and stretching their dying limbs towards the sun. Haha Good luck weeds. You'll be snowed out in a couple of months. I kicked a dandelion.
Cartman walked with heavy feet, and kicked up loose gravels behind him. "We gotta pick up Butters like now. Like seriously now."
"Um why?"
"Cuz I got that other Asian to do mah summer assignment duh."
"If your talking about Christal, then that's totally terrible. You shouldn't take advantage of her like that!"
"Whaeva! She's an Asian. She's smart. She's doing mah homework."
"Oh come on! That's not fair! You can't just assume this stuff, dude." I ignored the fact that yes, little Christal Yamato, was one of the smartest kids in our entire grade. While besides Kyle and um… Wendy… That was besides the point. I felt my cheeks heat up a little. I wondered if Wendy had a nice summer… I wondered if she went to the pool. The beach? I wondered if her bikini was purple… Damn it she probably went with stupid Stan. I mean who cares! Whatever I don't! I don't care. Seriously shut up.
"Um hello. Earth to Ree. Get the fuck outta fantasy land and look at me when I'm talking!" he shouted, his cheeks puffed out.
We continued our bickering as we walked down the sidewalk, until another thought crossed my mind suddenly. Pausing for a moment, I asked, "Wait… What does Chris doing your homework have to do with Butters…?"
Cartman puffed his cheeks out in exasperation and exhaled a long breath smelling like toothpaste and cheesy poofs. "How many damn times do I have to explain this. The Asian girls a wuss right?" I frowned. I wish he'd let up on her… She was a good kid. "And obviously a wussy girl doesn't wanna hang around us…?" He had a point. "And I need her to do mah homework! So I figured like, I could totally play off that fascination with fags she got to mah advantage…!" There was that devious smirk.
I shrugged, a smile playing on my lips. "Yeeeeah I guess that's pretty smart… Wait fag? Who?" I was playing innocent of course. It was obvious who he was talking about. Poor Butters had gone through a lot, especially these days. He had grown into quite a natural… feminine shape? Yeah… What with those long eyelashes and big blue doe eyes. And it totally didn't help him that he often wore little tight fitting Capri pants and those damn Hello Kitty shirts. It was adorable, granted, but sad sometimes… I liked helping him out though. It was tough to watch a guy like him get picked on, and I think Cartman secretly thought that, too. Not that he would ever admit it of course…
"The fag of course. Who the fuck else would I be talking about."
I just shrugged, and speak of the devil, we heard a high shout call out, "Oh hey fellers! O-over here! Wah- wait up for me!" Cartman and I paused, and looked up to watch the blonde teen run down his lawn, a smiley grin etched on his cheeks and a pink tote bag hanging from his shoulder. Oh Lord.
He stumbled down the grassy hill and abruptly crashed into Cartman who shoved him off with a grunt. Butters steadied himself, then looked at us expectantly, his fists bumping together as usual. "Hiya fellas! I-I can walk to school with ya guys wah- right?" he asked hopefully, then glanced down. "Cuz well mah parents don't want me walking there by myself… They said if I wah- get abducted I'll be grounded!"
Cartman blinked, then pinched the area between his eyes. "God damn it, Butters…" he said exasperatedly, and I shoved him out of the way a little.
"Yeah sure, Butters. You can walk with us," I interjected and offered a small smile to the blonde, who was obviously avoiding my eye contact. Awww… I think he was scared of me… Awww…
"Gee wiz T-thanks Reese…" he trailed off at my name, and as us three continued on our way, went back to wringing his hands and whistling some gay little song. Something about… apples.
"Shut up," Cartman barked.
It only took us a few more minutes to finally reach the neat looking house of Christal Yamato, the brown shutters whipping in the breeze and the sun glinting of the windows. It was a cute little house with flowing curtains framing those windows and a shiny metal doorknocker. I had been there before, of course, on various times, mostly for study or tutoring sessions and the familiar site of that little house calmed my nerves a bit.
Cartman collapsed onto the grass with a loud oomph and pulled a candy bar from a pocket on his over sized backpack. I joined him soon after, and watched him nibble at the bar while Butters sprinted up to the door, his tote bag swinging behind him.
The blonde knocked at the door curtly, readjusted the bag, and I watched as the door opened swiftly to the face of a middle aged Asian woman. Butters said something to her, and she gave a kind smile and patted her exceeding stomach. After calling out something in Japanese, I shot my head out to take a bite of Cartman's candy bar as little Christal skipped outside, her purple hightops stark and bright against the dying lawn. She squeaked at the site of Butters and immediately jumped him with a big hug.
"Ay! None for you!" a disgruntled Cartman said and yanked the bitten candy bar back, and I laughed at him.
"Pssh. Shut up, tubby. You have room to share," I teased.
"Yeah, look who's calling who tubby," he counted back with a stubborn smile and poked my stomach with one finger.
I swatted his hand away and stuck my tongue out at him as the two other teens joined us. Christal had proceeded to climb on a flustered looking Butters back and clung to his neck, her poof ball hat askew and dangerously close to falling off.
She reached one tiny hand up to brush away a stray piece of dark hair and stared at us with equally dark eyes, her pasty looking skin flushing red in the cold air. "Oh harro guys!" she piped up and struggled to peel herself from Butters. "How are you Reese-san?" she directed towards me hesitantly.
I nodded. "Pretty good, Chris. Um… thanks for asking, I guess…" That was good right? Yeah… Nice once, Reese. Good one. Wait… Ok… "Um how are you?" Yeeeeah girl you're doing just fiiiiine. Hear my sarcasm? Yeah.
The corners of her lips tugged into a smile as she rocked on her heels. "Oh I'm just fine, Reese-san! And where is…" Christal trailed off and whipped her head around as if looking for someone.
"Right here, Dork-san," Cartman huffed and grabbed onto the back hood of my jacket to yank himself up. "You got it right?"
I fell backwards with from the shear weight of him, and hit the sidewalk with a loud crunch. God damn it… Ouch… My bottom pulsed and it kinda felt the equivalent to sitting on a bunch of burning coals...
"Oh Jesus…" Butters said as Chris jumped out of the way with a squeak. Good ol' Butters reached down and with two hands helped me to my feet.
"Fuck you, man," I growled at Cartman who just smiled an innocent little smile and batted his eyelashes at me.
We started walking again, but soon after we were interrupted by a small cough from Christal. "Um… Excuse me, Eric-san, but here's the assignment you asked me to do…!" she stuttered in that little accent of hers, and offered up a handful of crisp papers looking fresh from the printer.
He smiled big and pumped the air with one chubby arm. "Aww right nice one, Dork-san! That's perfect!" He grabbed the bundle and started to thumb through it greedily. After looking through it, he smacked his lips in satisfaction and shoved them into his backpack.
"And um… This is for you, Reese-san! I drew it over the summer… I-It kinda reminded me of you!" I slowed my walking pace a bit to look back at her confused. She drew something… for me? Christal was holding up a sheet of notebook paper towards me hand, and I lightly took it from her grasp.
"Wah-what's it look l-like?" Butters asked trying to lean over to get a look.
"Who cares. It's probably stupid anyway," Cartman added on as he continued down the sidewalk.
"You're just jealous you didn't get a picture, too," I said back with my tongue out, then glanced back down at the sheet. Awww… How cute. It was a simple sketch really, but awfully adorable anyway. I took notice of the little chibi's abnormally large hazel eyes and it's messy brown hair… Awww she even forget to add the resented extra chub around my midsection! "Oh wow, thanks, Chris! This is like… really good!" I said incredulously and admired the picture some more. She had even drawn me playing what I think was Xbox, a controller grasped in my little chibi hands and a determined expression on my face. "This is legit like…. The nicest thing ever," I said looking at her with what I hoped was grateful eyes.
She flushed and smiled back shyly, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear and looking very modest. "Oh no it's really no problem Reese-san!"
Then just as I expected, the moment came. "Hey! The fuck, Christal? Why didn't you make me a picture!"
"Oh dear… Ah I'm sorry Eric-san! It was um… kind of a spur of the moment sort of thing…"
"Don't be mean to her, Eric!" Butters cut in, his little eyebrows furrowing together and his bottom lip pushed out in a pout. "Christal is a nice lady! I loved your drawing of me, Christal," he then said directed towards her. She giggled, suddenly shy of all the new attention, but excited about it all the same. Oooooh she drew Butters too…? Here comes the fireworks…
"The fuck? You drew the fag, too! And not me! Awww man That's so not fair!" Cartman whined and glared at Christal.
I was going to shove him hard and tell him to suck it up or shut the fuck up, but as I turned to hit him, I saw what looked like… genuine hurt in his chocolate eyes. Awww poor little guy… I mean he didn't really need my pity, of course, considering even he had more friends then I had. But I knew that under every insult and every little mean comment and whenever somebody got something he didn't…. there was always an underlining of hurt in there. I knew cuz he had told me before…
It was a bleak looking Sunday night, and newly turned thirteen year old Reese was outside her best friend's house. "Cartman!" she hissed and clutched the heavy stone in the center of her sweaty palm. No answer. "Fuck," she murmured and threw the rock at his window, and then quickly covering her ears tightly with her hands.
Crack!
The loud noise reverberated through the neighborhood, and Reese heard people stirring from their house, and an assortment of cats and dogs calling out there complains. After a few seconds, Reese watched the window open up and the bulky form of Eric Cartman appeared looking shadowy and dark. Silently, he gestured for the girl to hurry inside.
She jammed one bare foot into the bark of the tree and hoisted herself up as high as she could. Her fingertips tickled the very edge of the next branch, and biting her lip she jumped barely an inch off the ground to wrap her fingers, looking pearly white in the moonlight, around it. With a few more encouraging thoughts, Reese pulled herself up farther and farther, trying to ignore the burning sensation in her lungs and feet. She took in large mouthfuls of cold Colorado air and climbed up the tree farther, pausing only once to clamp her mouth shut to keep in the scream inside her after a stray branch scratched into the skin of her thigh. "Fuck," she cursed again and finally managed to get the last branch and reach out to grab Cartman's windowsill ledge.
He grabbed onto her shoulders and helped pull his friend inside with a grunt. Finally, when both newly turned teens where inside, they collapsed onto the floor breathing heavily. After a moment, the darker brunette sat up in the dark and looked at her best friend. "Hey… What's up?"
Cartman sat up and turned away from her silently, his pudgy fingers wringing together. He mumbled something and Reese noticed his voice sounded… off.
"Huh?"
"I said nothing…"
"Um ok… Then explain this…?" she asked sounding not convinced, and withdrew the cell phone from the back of her pajama shorts. The hairs on her legs were already standing up on end as goose bumps covered the skin. The cell glowed in the night air and little pixeled letters spelled out a text from Cartman.
Com ovr here now plz i need u
He turned and looked over his shoulder at the text, and Reese pulled away a little bit with a small gasp. There were dark stains trailing down from his eyes and his pajama shirt was covered in the same stains. Cartman's eyes were blotchy and red, and a cut on his bottom lip was swollen and dripped little singlet drops of blood. "I don't know…" he whispered in that nasally voice of his and Reese sighed.
Knowing this wasn't going anywhere, she did the only thing she really knew was best at this time. One swift movement, and not giving Cartman a chance to complain, she lurched forward and wrapped her arms around the bigger boy. As soon as her arms were around him, Cartman burst into soft sobs that wracked his thick form. "Shhh… Awww don't cry…" Reese whispered, trying to comfort her friend. "Um… Everything's cool."
"No Reese! No everything is not kewl," he sobbed, and clung to her. She simply let him, her arm arms hugging him tightly to her as he cried. "Nothing is kewl! You don't fucking understand what it's like! Like… Nobody likes meeeee!" he wailed on the end and Reese flinched, knowing that disagreeing with him, that yes she did completely understand what it was like being not liked, would do nothing to help. "It's like it doesn't matter! Nothing matters! I mean… I'm so super cool and awesome, but still nobody likes me! Why does everybody hate me, Reese?" He sobbed harder and she rocked him slightly back and forth thinking desperately for the right words to make her best friend comforted.
She settled for a simple, "That's not true, Eric." They both had this kinda of secret unspoken rule of friendship between that first names, no nicknames, meant business.
"Shut up… Nobody likes me and you know it!" he said a bit harshly.
Reese had pulled him back a little to look at his puffy eyes and snotty noise and said quietly, "I like you."
"Yeah…. Yeah well you don't count," he had said back after a moment, but his eyes looked cheerier, and Reese knew she had done well.
She threw her head back and laughed. "What? Dude! What do you mean I don't count?"
"No! No… I mean duh yeah you count and all… I mean I just kinda expect you to like me so it doesn't reeeeally count," he had tried to explain it to her.
"That's a little unfair, dontcha think?" she had said with one eyebrow raised.
"No stupid. That's kinda how best friends are, duh."
And after that, they had just kinda sat there in the dark, still hugging and just watching out Cartman's window at the little sliver of moon, until Reese finally spoke up again.
"So what's with the cracked lip…? You trip over yourself again."
"Oh ha ha ha… very funny."
"Well gee I thought it kinda was!"
"My mom hit me."
After that, the other teen was silent, her mouth agape and her slightly chubby cheeks flushed and stretched in shock. "S-she… wah?" Mrs. Cartman? Liane Cartman? The soft, gentle lady who called her poopsy and fed her warm cookies whenever she came over? The woman who Reese considered more of a mother then her own?
"Yeah…" he said picking at the carpet in the dark.
"B-but why?" Reese finally managed to splutter out, her body leaning away from him in confusion, her eyes searching his for any sign of deception.
"Well… Yah know how um… I don't have a dad?"
She was silent. Yes, she knew quite well the story of Cartman's dad and that dumbass psycho Scott, and the whole thing with the chili, and of course who could forget the stunning, and terrible conclusion that yes, Cartman was half ginger. When she first heard the story, Reese had simple rolled her eyes and shrugged it off. When she first was called over to Cartman's house in the dead of night to comfort the sobbing boy about indirectly murdering his own father, she hadn't shrugged it off as easily.
"Yeah…."
"Well um… I was, well you know how I get sad at night sometimes? When I think about that stupid asshole and what he made me do and stuff?" She just nodded. "Well I got sad and tried to get comfort from mom… But she got mad after I started asking her some questions…"
"What kinda questions…?"
"Like…. Well like why she's such a whore and stuff."
"Ugh Eric…" she said in exasperation. "You can't just…ask your mom why she's a whore."
"No shit, dude! I know that know! The bitch totally backhanded me in the mouth!" Cartman cried out and pointed frantically at the cut in his swollen puffy lip.
Reese poked it with one finger and laughed. "Hah! It's all squishy…"
He frowned, looking unamused, but then slowly a smile grew on his expression and he poked my stomach. "Hah! It's all squishy…" he repeated back teasingly.
"Shut up dude," Reese growled and shoved him, but both teens joined in on muffled laughter.
After their giggles finally died down, she turned towards the other and smiled. "Hey. We have school tomorrow and like… trust me I'd totally like love to stay over and do crazy shit, but I gotta get some sleep."
Cartman shrugged and pulled himself up from the carpet. "Yeah same or else I'll fall asleep in fucking English again."
She mock punched him lightly in the arm and said, "Cool, dude. And Roger said his shift ends late tomorrow so we could probably sneak into that new R rated movie."
"You mean the one with Brad Pitt being all sweet and stuff and he like totally saves the world from exploding bombs planted in gerbil stomachs!"
"Yeah! And my brother said that there's even a scene where the main girl, I forget her name, has a nude scene."
"Kickass…"
Reese stared at him for a few seconds, then reached out for one last hug, making sure to watch out for his swollen lip. Cartman stood limp, but then slowly moved his arms up to hug her back. They stood like that in the dark for a moment, and then Reese let go and pulled herself out the window, down the tree, towards her house, and back into the warm, lonely, safety of her bed.
"You can have mine if you want,Cartman," I said with a genuine smile instead.
Butters and Christal glanced at me as I offered the drawing towards him, but he just sneered. "No way! I don't want one with you on it! I wanted my own…" That's what he said, but his eyes were happy I had offered and it made me smile. "But I guess that was too much to ask for." A glare in Christal's direction.
"Oh dear… No Eric-san! I'll be sure to make you your very own chibi drawing!" she exclaimed in her soft Japanese accent, and made a little nervous head bow at him.
As we were walking, I tried to admire the soft breeze on my face and the way the wind shook the branches free of their leaves and how the sun shone down and made any shiny surface glint like glitter and-
"Hey look! There's the other guys," Cartman declared as we approached the all too familiar sign with the running people. Leaning on it was a tired looking Stan, heavy eyeliner highlighting the dark circles under his eyes and his arms crossed tensely over his toned chest. Asshole… He totally looked like he owned the place… All athletic and smug and stuff… And there, hanging off his arm like a fucking purse, was Her. Her her… Wendy… I watched, my hazel eyes narrowing down on her, taking in every detail…
Ok wow I sound creepy. Shut up, Reese. Ok now listen… Let's get one thing straight here… I. Am. Not. A. Lesbian. Ok yeah I am pretty… in touch with my more boyish side… But I hate it. I'm not gender confused or anything like that. I totally and completely love being a girl, and I really actually resent the whole part of my life where I am a total tomboy… I wish I was more girly. It would make life so much easier, and hell I'd even make more friends! Well I mean that in itself would make life so much easier…. Yeah… Anyway. Wendy. Ok I'm not a lesbian ok? I don't like her like that. I would never date her or anything… I have a thing for this other guy… But it's just… Wendy. She's so sweet and nice and strong and caring… She's one of the few girl's who will even talk to me, much less be nice and not afraid of me…! She's just so… perfect… and I don't know… I mightsortakindamaybeactually attracted to her… It's confusing…. But all I really know is I hate Stan Marsh. He's just so…. smug. Like he owns the school, owns the football team, owns Wendy Testaburger…
Suddenly, I was brought out of my haze by the girl in question as she slid her delicate arms around his waist and…. Ew… Practically shoved her tongue down his throat. I heard tall gangly Kyle, who had been in a heated discussion with the goth looking athlete let out a disgusted noise and goggle at the two sucking each others faces. You and me both Kyle…
The fiery red head stuck his tongue out, and turned back around to try and find somebody else to talk to. He glanced down to see a girl I identified as… um… Katherine? No… Um She was that Berlitz girl… Jesus Christ I was gonna have to practice names if I'm ever gonna survive in this High School… Anyway… She took one look at him and flushed a shade of red even darker then the latter boy's hair and started wringing the pink and white hat grasped in her small hands. He said something down to her and she let out a tiny squeak of laughter, her face contorted in an expression of excitement and embarrassment. She looked sweet enough… With those big eyes and baby face. As she rocked on her heels and swayed that red dress of hers, my eyes wondering right onto my next subject to observe…
The resident's poor boy had his hoodie, as it usually was outside, drawn all the way up to his nose, and both hands jammed in his pockets. I watched him, from my safe spot away from the crowd with Butters, Christal and my best friend, talk to yet again another chick I didn't know the name of.
Her long curly black hair whipped through the wind which had picked up speed a bit and was causing the curled strands to blow into her mouth. She pulled them away disdainfully, and continued ignoring the animated Kenny, instead focusing all her attention of glaring at… Wendy? Whatever. Whatever was going on was drama I did not care to get involved with…
On the other side of Kenny, a girl I was pretty sure was called BeBe because I recognized her as Wendy's friend, was clinging to his side and trailing one of her long red manicured nails of his clothed chest, a catty grin on her face. After a moment, she narrowed her eyes and rolled them as orange parka clad teen who continued chatting to the girl in pink with the black curls, every few seconds eyeing her chest up with a sleezy look.
I observed, always quiet, ever vigilant, from my little spot away as I felt Cartman give my shoulder a quick squeeze, made sure Butters and Christal hadn't seen, and then lumbered towards the larger group of people. He joined them, shouted something about vampires at the red dress girl, and immediately started up with the crude Jew jokes directed at Kyle, who quickly pulled his green ushanka over his hair and screamed something back at him. Ahhh just like old times… Except I never was involved anyway.
I turned to leave. No use standing there and gawking from the distance while watching people more fortunate then you socialize… Naw, no thank you. I'd rather just go to school. As I turned to go, I felt Butters and Christal follow quietly behind me like two little lost puppies.
"Wah- Are we just gonna leave Eric behind, Reese?" Butters ran up closer to me to ask, his sky blue eyes wide.
I shrugged. "This was usually how we did it most of the time back in middle school. We'd walk this far together, then he go with those guys and I'd walk the rest of the way."
"Y-you'd walk all the way to the Middle School!" Christal said in awe.
Sighing, I said, "Look… Um maybe you guy's wanna just be quiet maybe…?" Great. Way to be a douchebag, Reese. God I hate everything so much sometimes and just… God. "I mean no offense of course… Just not in the… talking mood."
Christal's big brown doe eyes widen even more as she said with a little bow, "My apologies.
Butters just grinned. "Well gee wiz, that's ok! We'll be real quiet. Yep! Not a peep from us! You won't even know we're here…!" Jesus Christ… this is gonna be a loooooong year….
We made it only a few more steps of blissful silence before the two teens started right back up with the talking again, this time chatting animatedly about Hello Kitty.
"Well I really like the little kimono outfit she wears in that one episode," Christal said shyly and walked with a light skip in her step.
"Ahhh gee, that one sure is c-cute… Wah- I really love her pink sleepover pajamas from the episode where Hello Kitty has ah- all her lil' friends over…" Butters drawled after her. I don't know how much longer I could take of that…
When we finally, finally, got to the high school, I was just about ready to yank every piece of scraggly brown as shit hair from my scalp from my two friends constant chattering about the most mundane topics. At one point Christal had even started up with her latest love of all things paranormal and was teaching Butters how to very clearly tell the difference between a poltergeist and a ghost.
I groaned and climbed up the steps leading up to the entrance, each step making my legs feel ten pounds heavier then they already were, which was pretty heavy to begin with. Remind me never to walk to this place again… I lifted my head up and took the first real good look at what would be home of education for the next… four years. God damn it. "So this is South Park High School…" I panted, one hand twisted in my hair and the other down on my knee as I bent forward a bit.
"Yeeeees m'am! And ain't she a beauty!" Butters said admirably as he came up behind me with Christal in tow and rubbing the back of his arm with the other.
I shrugged. "Eh I guess…" We crossed over to the entrance passing the group of Goth kids as they lounged against the brick wall, dressed in all black and clutching cigarettes in they stained fingers as always. I gave a little head nod at the only girl of the group, Henrietta, and she replied with a slight smile. She raised her cigarette up in a mock salute and the Goth with the black curls sneered. The other two gave us blank stares and the one with red streaks in his hair jerked his head causing the scraggly mess to tumble to the side like a waterfall of black string.
We were on…. Ok terms. Me and the Goth kids. It was kinda hard to explain… It's more or less kind of like the girl, Henrietta, and I have been friends since I first moved here, and since she saw I was a bit on the… chubby side like her and didn't talk to anybody else (like her), I wasn't 'conformist'. So she'll talk to me. I never was invited into that little group of hers though…. Since I don't smoke cigarettes. I know right…of all the stupidest reasons to not hang out with somebody. It wasn't my fault I hate those damn things! Trudy, who just happened to have given birth to me, smokes them all the time… I tried one once and practically coughed a fucking lung out. Never. Again.
I smiled a little and saluted her back, and turned to see Butters and Christal already inside, looks of anxiousness on their face. I kept walking until I had reached them, my hands jammed in my pockets. "What's wrong with you guys?"
They shared a knowing look between themselves, then Christal looked down and shuffled her feet while Butters muttered, "Awww Shucks Reese… We just don't know why you talk to t-those wah- guys. They're mean."
"Not mean. Just misunderstand," I said with a frown. "Don't say any shit about them, kay?" I didn't mean to sound so harsh, but from the scared deer in the head lights look that passed the small blondes face, I knew I had gone a little too far.
Before he could stutter something out, I avoided the oncoming awkward situation by ducking out to walk towards the vending machine I had seen early. Time for my daily caffeine! I slipped out a couple of wrinkled dollar bills from my back pocket and after a few fumbled tries, finally managed to obtain a fresh cold can of my favorite energy drink. Now only… I glanced at my phone. It read 7:30 a.m. Gahhh… Gotta find my homeroom… "Hey Chris," I called back to ask the girl where she thought I could find room 126B. Silence. Glancing around, I sighed heavily. They had already left, probably off to find their own homerooms, and I was official alone and lost. As usual.
"Fan-fucking-tastic," I grumbled and turned my back to the door to glance around for a sign or something, maybe a teacher, to direct me in the right direction, but in was in vain as the lobby was empty. I was pretty early…
Suddenly, a pair of cold hands clamped down over my eyes and a voice said loudly, "Guess whoooooo!"
I felt a sudden shocked spasm go through me as I screamed and jerked around wildly. "The fuck!"
"I said guess who, dumbass," the voice said a bit firmer, and taking a moment to calm myself, I recognized voices owner.
"Hmmm… Oh I don't know. Who ever could I be," I played along in a monotone voice and tapped my foot.
"I said guess!" I felt her wriggling around and bouncing on her feet impatiently.
"Quit it, Kinsey. I know it's you," I said and rolled my eyes. I felt her relinquish her old and I turned around to face slightly chubby cheeks dusted with freckles and under clear hazel eyes.
She stuck her tongue out and frowned. "You're no fun…"
I returned the gesture, then we both laughed. Trailing of in giggles, I said, "So… You ready for high school?"
McKenzie shrugged and picked at her skinny jeans. "Eh I guess… So not ready for the homework load, ya know."
I nodded and we started wondering the halls passing occasional busy looking students and one or two frazzled teachers. "You can say that again… But I know for a fact Cartman's planning on getting Christal to do most of his homework."
"That fatass."
"Haha yeah… But it makes sense ya know. She doesn't really care all that much, and I might take her offer to do mine later down the road. Once the work gets harder I mean…"
"But…" The teen paused, as if contemplating the thought of actually doing homework for once, then gave me a cheeky grin. "Aww hell… Yeah I probably will, too."
We were silent for a little while, just observing from out spot in a corner near my homeroom, which I had conveniently found. Watching as more and more students arrived, some bored looking upperclassmen, handfuls of equally bored looking sophomores, and a whole hell of a lot of freaked out freshman. Welcome to the first day of school. I glanced at McKenzie who was twitching her fingers and shifting her weight from foot to foot. She was a pretty amazing friend I had to say it. I mean… yeah when we first met we kinda… hated each other. And hell there was that time we got in an actually fist fight and Cartman and Kenny had to pull us off each other in a fit of flying fists and brown hair… But that must be how I make my close friends cuz soon after we talked, put our differences aside, she had become one of my best friends, my go to girl when I needed advice that Cartman couldn't give me, and the third musketeer to our mayhem and mischief. And by mayhem and mischief I meant whatever ridiculous prank or adventure Cartman got me to do with him. Ridiculous, yes. Fun? Fuck yes. I was a teensy bit surprised to hear that he hadn't come up with an opening Freshman year prank… Oh wait! Cartman! And that thing with Kyle or whatever…
I ignored the fidgety Kinsey and pulled out my cell phone to see five missed messages. Four were, duh, from Cartman and the fifth was from… Christal. She had a cell phone…! I didn't know that… Or I never bothered to ask. Awww…
heeeeeeey i cant find u r u in the lobby?
dude answer ur damn phone r u at homeroom?
ree! the fuck man where r u! im here with dork-san and butters and neither 1 of thm kno where u r and im lost and ths is really not cool REPLY
Then the last one was from poor little Christal and it read:
Hello there Ree-san! I hope you find your homeroom alright… Sorry we left you… Do you happen to know where room 126B is? Because Eric-san can't find it and he's pretty angry… He keeps shaking lockers and hitting poor Butters-san.
I sighed, and I felt McKenzie stir next to me. "Who was that…? Your phone was buzzing the whole time, but I didn't say anything," she said sounding a little guilty, and gave an abashed grin.
I rubbed my temple feeling the sharp edges of stress starting to get to my brain. Ahhh not this early in the morning… "God damn it… I forget I was supposed to stay in the lobby and wait for Cartman to come…"
Kinsey threw her head back and let out a loud laugh. "Haha! Oh God really? Way to go, Ree! He's probably shittin' bricks by now!"
I playfully shoved her, but then turned serious. "Yeah, no. He really is. Christal texted me and I'm pretty sure he's got Butters in a stranglehold by now."
Slowly, Kinsey's smile faded until the corners of her mouth tugged down into a small frown. "Oh wow… He's gotta control that temper of his."
I rolled my eyes. "Tell me about it…" I glanced down and texted a quickly reply to Cartman to calm the hell down and then brief directions on where 126B was. Hopefully he'd be sufficiently chill enough to figure out where it was.
We continued our lounging spot against the wall as more and more students began to arrive. I spotted new faces, old faces that technically were new I guess cuz I didn't really, well, know anyone's names. Through a cloud of scents smelling like vanilla, apples and….smoke I think… I watched a girl call out "Wait up, Chocolate Chip!" and tag along next to a tall dark skinned boy. We watched a guy sporting a football jacket strode through the hallway behind them grinning and look around the high school quite like an excited puppy. He tripped a little on the way inside a classroom. Other assorted kids ran by carrying books, bags, and leaving trails of papers and pens. They flew by Kinsey and I in great blurs of colors, scents and sounds. There went a Goth girl, celestial necklace bouncing against her chest. And more teens I didn't know…And…wow! There was that Naomi girl from this morning! And… Bebe I think that was next… I saw a glimpse of twitchy little Tweek, coffee in hand and behind him… Oh God that was Craig. Ah he looked really hot today… Ahhh…
I briefly heard Kinsey call out, "Craig! Getcha' ass over here!" but a quick jerk from my elbow in her ribcage silenced her. She glared at me, her eye's saying, "What the hell was that?" But we were suddenly interrupted by a mass of orange and blonde.
"Hey guys!" the ever cheery Kenny grinned and adjusted his parka into place, blonde hair sticking up and blue eyes glittering.
Kinsey and I chimed in a collected, "Hey there."
He dragged his fingers through his hair looking a little nervous, and his eyes glancing back and forth before ducking down to whisper, "Hey… You havn't seen Bonnie have you…"
"Um…No, sorry. Don't think I have."
"Who the fuck is Bonnie?" I asked bluntly.
Kinsey rolled her eyes at me and said, "Quite the social butterfly huh, Reese."
Before I could say anything back Kenny bit his lip and spouted out quickly, "Yeah know… Bonnie Snyder? About yey high," and here he paused to hold his hand somewhere under his neck, then continued with, "and wears a bow headband thing?" I stared dumbly at him. "Ya know… Blonde hair? Green eyes…?" he trailed off hopelessly and tugged on one parka string nervously.
I shrugged and McKenzie who, being bored easily, had gone back to fidgeting said looking off into the distance, "Why do you want her?"
He let out a loud, over exaggerated sigh and through his hands up in the air. "It's her who wants me! I swear to God I can't get a moment of fucking peace without her giggly little face blushing all over me and shit!"
I sighed. Oh God… See this was the problem with Kenny. Yeah, he was a sure swell great one of a kind guy, but he sure did love his drama. It was probably how he got around, and by got around I mean have sex, with so many people. Who cares if he was poor, he was a charmer, had the looks of a teen super model, and could speak gossip like a second fluent language. He was a sort of a… middle guy. He was bad, and could hang with the tough crowd with his scuffed up face and dirty torn parka, but could also be with the 'popular' crowd whenever he wanted to. I still wondered how we were even friends… But then I'd remind myself it was only cuz I was so close to Cartman that he would talk to me. Kinsey on the other hand, well they had known each other even longer and we close as the equivalent to…well to Cartman and I actually. Anyway… Kenny was a fine dude that's for sure. A little shallow, yeah, but that was just him. At least he was always cheery and friendly. For the most part.
Kinsey waggled her eyebrows and grinned. "Ooooooo Miss Popular's got the hots for the whore, huh?"
He pouted and mock shoved her. "This isn't funny! I'm serious!"
"What. Isn't she hot…?" I asked.
He rolled his eyes. "No shit. She's fucking sexy, obviously."
"Then what's the issue?" Kinsey said with a laugh.
Kenny groaned. "Awww I don't know… She's just not my type ya know? I mean… damn she's fine looking… But I just can't take all that giggling and blushing shit!"
I lowered my shoulders a bit and offered, "Maybe you could give her a chance…"
"Yeah dude. Don't drop her just yet, I mean obviously she likes you a lot," Kinsey leaned in and agreed.
Kenny shrugged and picked at a loose parka string. "I dunno… I heard from Red who heard from Heidi who asked Lizzie who was talking to some other girl on the cheerleading squad, BeBe probably, that knows for a fact that Bonnie doesn't know I know that she likes me… So I mean…I dunno. Maybe…"
I was about to say something hopefully helpful and somewhere along the lines of what McKenzie had said, but we were suddenly interrupted by ten tons, just kidding of course, of raging teen. Kenny slammed into the locker next to me causing Kinsey let out a very un-Kinsey like squeal and she ducked down in surprise. I slouched over calmly.
"Oh hey, Cartman."
"Don't 'oh hey Cartman' me!" he cried in his nasally voice. "Where the fuck were you! I wait for you, Ree! But you never showed! Now were late for giving Kahl the fake paper!"
I sighed and slouched down even lower in defeat. "Ahhh, dude look I'm really sorry…"
"Sorry doesn't bring back time, Reese. Sorry… won't make up for the pure joy I could've gotten for humiliating Kahl…"
"Oh now you're just being a little drama queen," McKenzie said slyly after she had helped pull a battered looking Kenny from the floor.
"The fuck was that for, Cartman!" Kenny said disdainfully as he ruffled his hair and straightened out the orange fabric of his parka. "I could've died!"
"Nuh uh, Kinneh you poor ass," he shot back with a glare, and then turned back to me. "Well?"
"I already said sorry," I said sticking my tongue out playfully. I knew he wasn't really mad. He did this kinda thing all the time. I knew for a hard fact that after today I'd most likely be at his house, playing video games and gorging out on freshly baked cookies as we ranted about this and that and what sucks about High School.
"Besides," Kinsey cut in, "it was my fault anyway. I distracted her."
We both made puppy eyes at him, puffing out bottom lips out making Kenny snort with laughter. Cartman rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his slightly chubby chest as a loud shrill bell went off all around us. Time for homeroom.
Kenny and McKenzie said they're goodbyes and left abruptly towards their own homerooms as Cartman and I walked into 216B. We were met by some lazy stares that slowly turned back down to the desks. Some kids lay their heads down sleeping and some we munching on last minute breakfast items, but most were chatting animatedly with a slight air of nervousness about the upcoming day.
Cartman and I glanced at each other with 'the look'. It was the look that we gave each other often… Well often as in whenever we were faced with something like this. A social situation. It was a look that said a thousand words. Basically it meant for the most part 'we stick together' and 'whatever happens, happens'. It was a look I had learned to love because it reminded me that I wasn't alone in this fucked up world.
"Ready?" I asked a bit hesitantly, after making sure we had blended in the back of the room away from everybody else. Ready for this. Ready for high school.
He lounged against the small plastic chair, in turn having it stretch and creak against his weight, and said, "Yeah. Let's do this shit."
"Hey fatass, your gonna break that chair," a nasally voice called out from the front and I glanced up to see the same kid with the red football jacket. He too lounged in his chair, but held an air of superiority. A girl sporting a distinguished black spiked choker laughed loudly from her spot next to him and flipped her hair to the side. She leveled her head to look at me. Blue eyes met hazel and I felt a chill go down my spine.
"Shut the fuck up, Clyde," Cartman barked back with a slight growl to his voice. The girl twitched for a moment, then returned back to chatting with what sounded like… French? Well she was talking to a sullen looking boy as she tossed her hand back ever so slightly to make an airy point in French.
"Make me, fatass," Clyde repeated and crossed his arms, bottom lip hanging out. The rest of the class went silent as they slowly turned to look at the upcoming fight. A few nervous giggles went out.
"Don't push it, Donavon," I heard him say with a dark tone.
"Nawww I think I will. This is too fun. You gonna go crying to that whore mommy of yours? Or would you rather go fuck around with your cow girlfriend while you too eat donuts together."
"What…?" What…!
Cartman stood up abruptly and caused the flimsy plastic chair to snap and clatter over with a loud noise. His slightly chubby hands were clenched in tight fists, and his usually warming brown eyes were sharp and black. "Don't you ever fucking-" he started to scream, but I tugged on his shirt a little. He glanced down and I tried my best to give him… that look thingie I was talking about before. His gaze soften a teensy bit, and he lowered his fists.
"Awwwww," the girl that I had looked at before trilled, and smiled at me, but her eyes weren't playful. The blue was dark and intimidating, her gaze spiteful.
I stared back at her with no emotion. God damn it… I looked around the room at the people, these teens, with an expression of contempt. Didn't they realize anything…? Why didn't any of them say anything? Didn't they… care? Of course not. This was High School. It was a… dog eat dog world… and… Damn it. Why'd I have to use that metaphor. I fucking hate dogs…
"So," I said quietly, but heard the usually nervous shakes of my voice when talking to strangers absent, "first day of school, huh?" The rest of them, Cartman included stared at me with gaping expressions and slight curiosity. Some nodded, one person made an obscene hand gesture, most just giggled nervously.
Now, I turned my attention to Clyde, and trying my best to make my voice as cold and… well deadly sounding as possible… God I hope this worked… "Clyde, right?"
He nodded dumbly.
"Ok… That's all. Hope you have a great day…. Clyde."
And then I sat down. Wasn't worth making a big fuss about it right? Give the others something to laugh about, right? I had hinted to him… This Clyde… That something worse was coming. Or fuck yes… Something worse was going to come. Welcome to South Park High School.
I hope you enjoyed it~
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